50:09.23N 005:03.91W
Lori’s short sail turned into just coffee on
the deck as she was going back to work but it was enough to convince the lads
that maybe there might be some truth in the skipper’s ravings about sailing
around the world with a boat load of blondes.
Left Dart Marina
and threaded our way through the regatta boats in the river almost getting mown
down by dozens of racing yachts out in the bay. A few porpoise played around
the boat off Start Point and then we were off to Falmouth via the Eddystone light. During the
afternoon the fishing rod came out and a few mackerel were hauled in. (I do
catch fish sometimes, John!). Due to a traumatic Catholic upbringing Dan doesn’t
eat fish but for the rest of us, Ian baked the mackerel with onion and very
good it was too.
As night fell we were still sailing along at a good
speed. Luminous plankton sparked and flashed in our wake like we were riding a
bottle rocket. In the early hours of the morning we motored into Falmouth Harbour and moored up to a buoy for the
night. Knackered.
Dan & Martyn seeing no ships
Lori having too much fun
Ian & Julian
